“I know what you two did. I heard it. I don’t appreciate it happening. I told you I didn’t want it happening when I was home.”

I was a doe in headlights. Yes, we had done the deed but it was when we specifically thought she had been gone. We felt bad about it. We felt great about it. He and I were both in the moment. It caught us and swept us away. I couldn’t help but think that whatever it was was a serendipitous intersection to say the least. What if this was the last chance I had before he moved to New Orleans? What if I was never going to see him again?

I apologized emphatically to her and texted the suited gent.

“Shit. She just called me.”

“I know. You and I are stopping all together.”

My heart sank. I didn’t want to be in the space. I had to go home. To the one place in Los Angeles that rang home the most- with my friends at the Brewery.